With his arm around my waist, he pulls me closer, making my breasts pop up, almost right in our faces. To his credit, he doesn’t look down but maintains eye contact. “I’m Ashton DeMarco, and you, sweet lamb, I need to know much more about you.”
Before I can say anything, his lips descend on mine and lick across the seam of my mouth. When I gasp, he takes advantage, swooping in with his tongue and tasting me. I can’t help the moan that rises from my chest or what my foolish hands do.
Run through his soft, thick hair.
“Fuck,” I hiss, and he pulls back.
“Such filthy words shouldn’t pass these lips.” Oh, he’s smooth.
“Well, what if I told you I just touched your hair with my pissy hand?” I cringe as his eyes roll up, as though he can see the damage I’ve caused. “I really need to wash my hand, and you need to wash your hair…and maybe this fancy suit, and we should probably find housekeeping to mop that-”
Placing a hand across my mouth to silence my rambling, I shake my head when I see Bishop approaching, a scowl on his face.
“Are you this talkative in bed?” Ashton asks, and it’s my turn to be stunned.
* * *
Ashton
Good. I’ve silenced her sexy little mouth. This girl in the tiny maroon dress, swaying around my club, begging to be fucked hard and loved sweetly, has kept me on my toes more in the last ten minutes than my ex-wife did in all the years we were together.
“I wouldn’t know,” she finally answers, and it only takes a second to understand her meaning. She’s a virgin.
“What’s your name, sweetness?”
“Oh, uh, Hadley.” The soft cadence of her tone is something I look forward to hearing in my bed.
“Hadley what?” I’m not letting her omit anything.
She nibbles the corner of her lip and my dick twitches. “Adair. Hadley Adair.” Her eyes drop, and I sense this is where I’m supposed to run away.
Where other men have run away.
What she doesn’t know is that I’m not other men, and I’m not going anywhere. The DeMarco family is nothing to scoff at.
I know the Adairs, their reputation. I also know the big guy behind me is likely waiting for her to signal him over or for me to be a dick to her. It’s not going to happen.
“You King or Castiel’s girl?” Her gaze shoots up, shocked.
“Castiel’s.” She’s the rebel then. I don’t know all the kids by name, mostly because I’ve only had dealings with King, and from what I understand, they protect the daughters in that family better than royalty.
Cas’s daughter pushes the limits, though.
I look forward to taming her.
“Think I could offer you and the big guy a drink up on my private balcony before he carts you off?” I know she’s smart enough not to go without him.
“I’m not legal,” she blurts out. I think she’s trying to scare me off now.
“Club soda then,” I say instead. She wouldn’t be in my club if she weren’t eighteen.
“Do you happen to have a bathroom up there?” She winces again, and I inwardly cringe, thinking about my hair.
“I do.” Stepping back, I place a hand on the small of her back and guide her forwards. “Care to join us?” I ask her shadow.
“Bishop,” she whispers up to me as we reach the stairs.
“Who’s he belong to?” I have a feeling I’m going to need to know all these things, especially given that I plan to keep Hadley as my own.
“Atticus and Catalina.” Explains the man’s height and size. Atticus Kincaid is an enormous son of a bitch.
“Anyone else here?” I ask her. I doubt it, or they’d be with us or would have left with the others.
“Nope. Saint is the one who nearly killed the dick that peed on me. Pussy. Lake was the girl under the bar. You see her here again, just take care of her, okay?” Hadley gazes up at me with weariness and pain in her eyes, so I nod. “Aria was with the twins, Seven and Severo.” I’ve heard of them. Troublemakers. They nearly burned down Florida in search of Aria some months back.
“Quite the family you’ve got,” I comment as we reach my private room on the balcony. “Bathroom’s through there.” I point towards my private quarters.
As soon as she’s out of earshot, Bishop barks, “What do you want with her?”
Removing my jacket, I lay it on the small table next to me and roll up my sleeves. Once Hadley’s done in there, I’ll be washing my hair in the damn sink.
“You want the PG answer where you think you’ll be able to scare me off, or do you want the honest one that you’ll tell her in the hope that it’ll scare her off?” I raise my chin, challenging him to dispute either of those options.
Sitting in a chair, he nods his head before answering. “Hads won’t let anyone frighten her off anything. She’s pretty, brilliant, not much common sense sometimes, though. She’s a live-and-learn kind of girl.” I file his explanation away for future use. “I would just like the truth.” He leans forward, placing his arms on his knees as he waits for me to speak.
“I plan to keep her. Hadley has an air about her. She’s refreshing, and I can tell that life with her will never be dull.” And I look forward to every damn moment.
“No, it won’t.” He laughs. “But you’re going to have the fight of your life with her. She has secrets. She’s headstrong, and she won’t take kindly to you keeping her.”
“Anything I need to know?”
Bishop leans back, extending his hands across the back of his chair. “Probably.”